"And so the Lion fell in love with the Lamb."
-Edward Cullen.
---

Egad, I'm in love with a vampire.

Why is life so unfair?

[And yes, I know I shouldn't post so soon after posting just yesterday; but I couldn't resist- I NEED to rant. Butbut if you haven't read my previous post...SCROLL DOWN AND READ IT!]

[Or else I'll bite you.]

...Anyone has a vampiric exboyfriend they're willing to palm off? ...Even better still if he has dark hair, everchanging eyes and goes by the name of Edward Cullen.

"I know that at some point, something I tell you or something you see is going to be too much. And then you'll run away from me, screaming as you go.
I won't stop you.
I want this to happen, because I want you to be safe.
And yet, I want to be with you.
The two desires are impossible to reconcile..."

Audd: I know what you mean. I can't stop thinking of him; it's starting to creep me out, ackshually.
P'raps it's a new disease. Vampiricia Bittena Mea.

Edwarddddddddd.

You are dead beautiful.

Literally.


"A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do.
Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer, somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass...
Even the way they shatter is beautiful."
---

I have le allergies.

-sniffles-

So I'm not in the mood for a proper post t'day...but no fear. I WILL leave y'all with something to mull over, while I'm gone.

I took an Enneagram Test a few minutes ago, and it's pretty neat, really. Try it.

http://www.eclecticenergies.com/enneagram/test.php

Here's my personality assessment.
...I dunno, it seems rather odd. Do I REALLY come across as being like that?

ENNEAGRAM TYPE 4: THE INDIVIDUALIST [oh how very modest]
People of this personality type tend to build their identities around their perception of themselves as being somehow different or unique; they are thus self-consciously individualistic. Fours tend to see their difference from others as being both a gift and a curse - a gift, because it sets them apart from those they perceive as being somehow "common," and a curse, as it so often seems to separate them from the simpler forms of happiness that others so readily seem to enjoy. Thus, Fours can manage to feel superior to others while also secretly harboring some degree of longing and envy. A feeling of being a member of the "true aristocracy" alternates with deep feelings of shame, and fears of somehow being deeply flawed or defective.

Fours are emotionally complex and highly sensitive. They long to be understood and appreciated for their authentic selves, but easily feel misunderstood and unappreciated. They have a tendency to withdraw in the face of a world that seems harsh or crude, and are often somewhat moody or temperamental. They are emotionally centered and spend much of their lives immersed in their internal mental landscapes, where they feel free to cultivate and analyse their feelings. A desire to manifest this internal world often leads Fours to an interest in the arts, and some do become actual artists. Whether artistic or not, however, most Fours are aesthetically sensitive and concerned with self-expression and self-revelation, whether it be in the clothes they wear or in the overall nature of their often idiosyncratic lifestyles.

Fours are somewhat melancholic by disposition, and under stress tend to lapse into depression. They also tend to be self-absorbed, even under the best of circumstances, but when unbalanced, easily give way to a self-indulgence which they perceive as being fully justified as a way to compensate for the general lack of pleasure they experience in their lives. Rather than look for practical solutions to their difficulties, Fours are prone to fantasizing about a savior who will rescue them from their unhappiness.

[/endquizresult]

...Meh. I sound like a druggie on expired happy pills.

ALSO. I need advice.
Am I more like a vampire, or an elf?

WQ helped me with a CARA caricature today [CARAcature! :D], and he made it all icky 'cuz he tried combining the features of a vampire AND an elf together.
Which, obviously, didn't work out.

[I mean- there's a logical reason why Tolkien didn't let Legolas have fangs.]

...Kat says I look like an elf. :/ ...Gee, thanks, I guess- depending on what kind of elf you're talking about, darhling...if you're referring to the kind with pointy hats and shoes in Hans Christian Anderson stories, then I shall be very ticked orf.

Somebody once told me I had an elven aura. :]

Somebody once told me I seemed 'otherworldly'. [probable undertone: spaced out, stoned, and weirddddd.]

Somebody once told me that I laugh like a witch.

Joshua agrees that I laugh like a witch.
...But he calls me a vampire. Hoho, contradiction.

...Vampire, or elven?

The choice lies with you, young padawans!

<3


the sky- oh, it melted into a sea of browns and blues
and the lightning in your eyes screamed,
we have nothing to lose.
----

22 km: COMPLETED.

And even better: Flo and I; we came in 1st [uh huh, champion!] for the junior women's T2 category!

Booyeahhhhh. Thankyew, Jesus. You were canoeing with us all the way. <3
Gaspshockhorror, I totally didn't expect to even survive the marathon, let alone come in first. ...'Specially considering the fact that there was a mix-up, and we started the marathon six minutes later than the rest of the people in our category. Which- after all- is still six minutes and you can do tons of things! in six minutes.

It was tough, though. Kinduv like a verrrry amplified version of our 2.4 km run. [understatement!] It was just agggggges of rowing and rowing and rowing and...

(...an hour later:)

...and rowing and rowing and rowing and rowing; and I had to come up with the lamest things to keep myself distracted/occupied. I shan't reveal all of the strange things I came up with; 'cuz I'll most likely get laughed off the internet.

...But I can and will reveal that I was yaddling songs to myself in my head. I found out that Jean was singing 'Fergalicious' to herself while canoeing. ...Poor darling! It's the heat, it is. Does strange things to people.

&when all you've gotta keep is strong;
move along, move along like I know you do.
& even when your hope is gone
move along, move along just to make it through.

Thank you, All American Rejects. I owe y'all one. ...Next time y'guys mosey over to Singapore, I'll get Maxy to toss knickers onstage kay.

Oh, and. I came up with these neat stories in my head. Example.
"...The sky hung menacingly over the grey-veiled waters as the painted boats below fought the angry waves tenaciously. Elven eyes strained against the stinging seaspray [kay, so we were canoeing in a reservoir- but whatev.]; and taut muscles shifted under bronzed skin as arms strained, shuddered, and battled the waves that growled and slammed against the small, determined vessels."

I also imagined that I was Pocahontas. :D And that all the other canoeists were Indian braves; and we were fighting the pendulum of a treacherous journey to get to the New World.
It helped, okay.
And no, I didn't have sunstroke. [/offended!]

And I remember that at one point I was feeling kinduv irked because Maxy had a 'NEVER GIVE UP' sticker taped onto her canoe and I didn't; plus I was bored and tired and I needed something to focus on, so I started channelling energy from the trees around the shore and hoping for a sign, or at least for a NEVER GIVE UP! sticker to magically fall from the sky.
...Then I looked back down, and lo and behold! - there was a piece of seaweed on the front of my canoe. ...I had no idea how it got there, but it was a sign kay.
So remember. seaweed= never, never give up.
I'll remember that the next time I go for an all-you-can-eat Japanese buffet. Mmm, seaweed soba.

So yes; Flo and I rowed and rowed, and it got puhretty bad because the wind would either stop altogether [so it'd feel as if we were rowing and getting nowhere], or the wind and waves would just whip up and battle against our boat. [so we'd row and get nowhere.]

BUT we did it. We were brave girls, Flo, and we did it! ...Thanks for being such an awesome senior; I doubt I'd have made so much progress without your constant tiredbutdogged half-grunt-half-yells of "Come on- we have nothing to lose!", and "All the wayyyyy!".
You helped me believe in myself. So thank you. I think we did awesome. <3

...After we'd finished rowing the 22km, our hands looked dead. Honestly, our hands looked like something out of Saw: The Movie. It was sick.
Andand! Memorable Quote #2 of the day:

Jean: How come Mr. Yong needs us to recycle all the 100 plus cans?
Clayton: ...Because he wants to make a CAN-oe!
[cueuproariouslaughter!]

AND. Not forgetting- the MOST [by far] Memorable Quote Of The Day. Ahem.

"...My humps are too tired to lift." - Maxy.

I almost DIED laughing. Obviously someone didn't drink enough water and Accelerate.
Permanent brain damage.
[...but Maxy came in 2nd overall for our category. BOOYAH, bestie. You own!]


...So mhm, after everything [prizes, yay!]; Jean and I hitched a ride from a coupluv really fun PJC canoeists. [It looked as if we were being kidnapped- two 15yearold red&whites in a sea of black&white 18yearolds.]
[And we were in the back of a truck!]
[...Likelike a group of illegal immigrants.]
[...With manymany canoes. Can't forget the canoes.]

I wanted to sleep in the truck; but I couldn't lean back 'cuz I kept getting impaled on a wooden splinter. Oh, and. I almost fell out of the truck. Once.

HEADLINES: NJC CANOEIST FALLS OUT OF TRUCK, RUN OVER BY MOTORCYCLIST HIGH ON NEWTON FOOD CENTRE SAMBAL STINGRAY.
LAST WORDS HEARD TO BE: "...BUT I'M TOO AWESOME TO DIEEEEE...."

Mhm, so all in all: today was LE AWESOMENESS.
I'd like to thank GOD for seeing us through; Daddy for waking up at five plus a.m. to send me to the meeting point; NJCanoeing for the support and spirit; Flo for being there for me [we completed it together!]; Ryan for saying hello; and of course! - you, my beloved fans/taggers/same difference :] for the love and best wishes.

yay, today owned.

<3!


then, when it seems like
we can never smile again;
life comes back.
--------

Life's back to normal again.
But that doesn't mean it's gotten any less magical. ;]

It's definitely gotten tiring, though. Yesterday during P.E, Mr Sham(sp?) made me do P.E with the guys; which was testing because most of the guys are sprinters. Cara+sprints? ... = absolute exhaustion & potential collapsings.
Then after an eternity of suicides [the sprinting exercises, dudes; not those kinduv suicides] and pushups and ab-holds, Mr Sham [I've given up on how his name's spelt. So sue me.] got us to do some 3-minute ab workout.

Although I swear it was actually longer than that.

And then after the workout, Kaushik goes: "...Whoa, I think I've got a ten-pack."
-to which Ash promptly replies : "Yeah, a ten-pack of milo."

It's things like these that make me love my new class. The strangest things happen everyday... as a matter of fact, sometimes I get the odd feeling that we've actually been placed on a reality TV set that's somewhere in between The Real World and Just For Laughs.
And that Kai was sandwiched into the cast of us unsuspecting reality tv stars for the sake of peace on earth and horniness to all men.

tomorrow beckons.
tomorrow: doom.
tomorrow: the marathon!
And yes, I'm freaking out...rather belatedly, I might add.

If this post is the last you ever hear of me...you know why.
-and why yes, as a last gift, I'm giving you the permission to publish the contents of this blog and create a book about me: CARA; Memoirs Of The World's Most Amazing.

'Tis a heavy responsibility, ohyes!
...Shoulder it carefully, young padawans.

Aaand to end off this post; random philosophical ohsowonderful! thought gets inserted rigggght here.

...Y'know how we've heard of all those rules of life? Likelike, how at least 5 people in this world love you enough to die for you; how somebody you don't even know is thinking of you at this very moment and loving you; and how at least one person thinks about you before he/she falls a sleep?

[And yes, to tell the truth; I've always been very intrigued by the last one. ...I wonder who'd ever have the bad sense to think of me before they sleep; unless they're wanting to have bad dreams or summat.]

[And Thang- aw, thankyew! And yes, I do happen to like myself too...'cept I do have my offdays; and then again I do also have my reallyreallyreallyoffdays; but in the end s'all good. :] ...Who're you? Do tell!]

But yes, back to the point.
It's another rule of life, that everything you've ever wanted
will come the very second
you stop looking for it.

Pretty thought- right there.

And with that; I must bid y'all a fair adieu.

<3


because I am happy here.
-----

24/01/07: the most awesome day in all history.

MY DARLINGS; I LOVE YOU ALL TO INFINITY AND BEYOND.

What did I do to deserve such beautiful people in my life; I'd like to know.

Let me list out my beeyootiful day.
1. Got to school, went for morning training, and got those endorphins pumping. Good way to start the day, yo.
2. Received pink Angel [Stitch's cousin!] plushie from Kat and Jean. <3>absolutely ahdorable. We must be related or something.
3. Was wished manymany happy birthdays by the raddest Fourckers ever. Booyeahhh.
4. ...Lunch rolls around; and Maxy got me a gorgeous balloon. ...Y'know, the giant helium kind; all pink and purple and shiny. So the love! :] ...Aaaand then she and Ting got me a mocha cake! Could these two darlings possibly be any more sweet?
Yeah, so we clustered around and sang MY BIRTHDAY SONG- happy birthday to me!...and I had to blow out unlit candles since we didn't have a lighter to light them with.

Maxy, Kat and Co: Blow out the candles! *all point to unlit candles*
Cara: No, no, no. *explains patiently* I need to make a wish first. [*proceeds to make a wish*]
...I then proceed to blow out the nonexistant candle flames. Whoopee, so hot.
Maxy: ...You missed one candle!!
Cara: ...Oh.
The last nonexistant flame becomes nada; and we all proceed to extract all fifteen [unlit] candles from [mmm.] the heavenly surface of MOCHA BIRTHDAY CAKE.
Cara: Ow, the wax burnt me. Bloody candle flame.
Maxy: Watch it, y'all. ...Tsk, the wax got on the birthday cake. *tsks over nonexistant wax spots on cake*

Oh gaw, it was so darn funny.

Also; another thing which made me happy was the fact that the canoeists wished me happy birthday. :] ...I didn't expect that. I mean- I know I'm neat and all...but I didn't expect them to actually know my birthday. Which was a nice surprise.
And then Maxy and I brought some of the cake [sinful!] over to the canoeists' table for our seniors; and they all were, like..." *shakes head* ...No thanks." And then Joseph had to go and joke about trans-fats. [but he DID wish me happy birthday, so brownie points go there.]
Boo, and then I wasn't in the mood to eat any more mocha cake. Guilty!
Butbut one senior took the cake! ...I didn't know Zhikai had such a sweet tooth, :] but at least one canoeist took some cake. I felt better after that.

...Chocolate is GOOD! I don't see why it isn't, if taken in moderation. Chocolate should be one of the ten commandments, I reckon. Speshully dark chocolate, 'cuz it has health benefits okay. Yes, beneficiary. Big word. Bow down.

Ohyes; then moseyed over to Cine with the MG darhlings- special people like Audd and Jacq and Maxy and Shu and Av. We had sushi!- which was yums, and then we took lotsandlots of neos; which was really fun but I think I'm having one of those unpretty days.
...Come to think of it- I've been having those days almost every day now.

Dammit.

Anyway, bottom line.

today was fantabulastic.

THANK YOU, everyone who made it so, so special...people like Maxy and Ting for the loverly surprise; Kat and Jean for the muchwanted plushie; the canoeists for remembering my birthday; 07ip04 for the birthday wishes; Joshua for the birthday wishes and the almost-slap; Astroboy for [gee, thanks yeah!] blocking me when I was running and slowing down my timing [sorry for growling at you]; Loth for celebrating my birthday; Ash for letting me outrun you [again!] during P.E; the MG girlies for a great time out; my LOVELY taggers- y'all rock; my mummy for the special dinner; my family; and GOD, for always being there for me and for giving me

such
awesome
people.

i feel loved.
i AM loved.

And I-
I love all of you too.

thanks for a beautiful birthday.

<3.


strangers are beautiful people
they never hurt you.
----

15 in 2 days.
Count them.

Anywho's. I don't have much to blog about. Nothing radical's been happening lately, really.
[Unless, of course; you count my conversion to total red meat eater and my shaving my hair into a mohawk and dying it purple.]

SPEAKING OF WHICH. Since we're on the topic of mohawks. ...Ash's do is so rad! ...Not to sound gay or anything; but if I had to be a guy, I think I'd like it much better if I could get a mohawk.
Ash reminds me of a Native American now, though. He used to remind me [sortuv!] of Roy; but now I can already envision him with full warpaint on and with those awesome afro feather things in his hair, and him doing the whole "...How" thing.
Ash and Native Americans GO, okay. ...Dare ye to doubt the infinite wisdom of my logic?

And mhm. For the past few [eons! eras! centuries!] days, I have suffered relentless teasing; courtesy of Astroboy and Joshua. Rumour is a fleeting mistress. I've heard tons of rumours concerning the everrrrr popular topic: GUYS AND GIRLS.

[Duh. What else'd you think they'd gossip about-- the cafeteria food?]

...Gaw, I've heard so many rumours concerning me and insertrandomguy'snamehere already.
If gossip was to be believed; us girls would be dating half the school's male population.

NOT.

HELLO! ...And I am associated with these rumours- WHY?
I swear, I'm totally innocent. Besides I don't date PLUS I highly doubt that I actually know half the guys in our IP batch, let alone half the guys in NJ.
Remember, children: booze + boys = babies.

...Anyway. Steering away from that unfortunate topic; I shall bring us to a far merrier topic.

The decapitation of Saddam Hussein. [...sure.]

MY BIRTHDAY! <3

I swear, I don't feel eggstremely birthdayesque. I'll probably be able to relax only AFTER the canoeing marathon is over. ...That is, granted that I actually SURVIVE the thing. Which I shall! :] ...After all; DEATH BY PADDLE would look highly unpoetic on a death cert, I reckon. Or, even worse: DIED WHILE PADDLING AROUND SELETAR.

Gahhhh. I'm too beautiful to die just yet!

And white totally isn't my colour, fyi. WHITE + CARA = bad look. Do not emulate.

Anyway, so yeah. I'm orf now for dinner. But first, a note to my dahling Jae: No, I haven't forgotten you! I think about you everyday. I don't care if that sounds gay; because you're my girlie and we miss you and for goodness' sake hurry up and come on back home.

[Although I must confess that I'm mildly jealous since your husband'll probably be richer than mine! ...Butbut. Mine will be much nicer and INFINITELY CUTER, so there. ] <3

As always, I LOVE Y'ALL AND I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF STOPPING ANYTIME SOON.

So ha.

<3

I need you by my side with your delicate heart
So please don't leave; no, don't you run
Don't be frightened by the storm
So be bold and brave; just let it rain.
---

I AM OFFICIALLY BRINGING ABOUT THE END OF THE WORLD.

...Or, at least, that's what I'm doing, according to Joshua.

But whatever, Sir I'mfoundsafewithinttheharbour. I already KNEW I was awesome to an apocalyptic degree. ...I mean- really. First off, I'm the raddest thing on the planet; second, I have friends who are all that; and third, I'm the raddest thing on the planet- and now I'm even bringing about the end of the world?

...Talk about over achieving. Tsk.

Anyway, today's Saturday; and I don't care if this expression doesn't exist, but TGIS! :]
I've gotten my braces removed, so now I have a shiny new almostperfect smile to usher in a shiny new Saturday.

Yesterday was great. I've noticed that I've become mucccccho busier lately, and I think that's just the way I like it. I like being so caught up in things that you just kinduv forget about the dozen other things you used to stress about all the time.
...Um, business is my drug, I 'ppose?
Maybe I should schedule an appointment and guidance therapy at Busy People Anonymous. :/

And my PE teacher said I was fit! *dances* ...But naturally. I mean, anyone [well, almost anyone] with two functioning legs and a pair of sport shoes would qualify as being fit. But I told him that under normal circumstances, Ash's much fitter than I am; and the only reason why I ran a tad faster than him was 'cuz I had had an elephant's recess. :]
What scares me, though, is the fact that Ash was running in Converse sneakers.
If and when he ever dons his sports shoes; I WILL DIE.

Joshua's really fast too, emg. Why am I, of all people- in a school full of freakishly fast people?

[Although Joshua- I resent the fact that you accused me of cutting off your supply of bubble tea. ...Dude, go buy your own bubble tea!]

And yes, Cheryl darhling, I miss you too! <3 Mhm, I will be having a birthday party [how could I not?], and y'all are invited. Although I do wish that Loth could travel here from Norway to celebrate it with me...I wuv my big sis. :D
[And I lovelove my MG girlies too. A lot.]

But yes, soon I'll be turning FIFTEEN.
Booyeahhhh.
Fifteen sounds so old, though. It's, like, half of thirty.
And thirty sounds freaky. It doesn't sound me-ish. ...I mean, seriously- can you imagine me still dating my iPod and still being the most fabulous thing on the planet at thirty?

I hope I'll still believe in magic when I'm thirty, though.

Heck, I hope I'll still believe in magic when I'm a hundred.

I don't want to live forever; I just want what's in me to live forever. I want some little girl to grow up like me and to love life and to live it to the fullest. And yeah, although I've screwed myself up pretty bad in some places before; that's perfectly all right; because part of the beauty of life comes from messing up and then being able to gracefully stitch up the tears again.

[Because contrary to what Joshua thinks, I'm not perfect.
As hard as that may be to believe. XD]

Sobstories aren't neat. I resent people who make up their own hangups in a bid for sympathy and attention. ...I know I've been on that line before, and it isn't cool, believe me. After all- so what if you have a sobstory? Boohoo, well. EVERYONE has a sobstory, and you having one doesn't make you any more special or any more different.

No, I'm referring to 'beauty in the broken'- not self imposed breakdowns; but the things that happen sometimes which make you crumble so hard that you think you won't ever get up again. But you do. And although the scars remain; life becomes so much more beautiful because of what you've been through, and that, m'dears; is what I'm referring to.

And I know that I've met many, many glorious people; and I want their spirit to live on in the teenagers of, oh I dunno- 2020!~ too. Then we'd have a generation of beautiful people full of vivacity and full of grace and I think the world would smile just a little wider because of that.

[/endramble]

Yes, I know I was rambling. I'm an obsessive compulsive rambler.
And after all, since it's ALMOST my birthday- I'd think I'd be entitled to a little more rambling than usual, don't you?
Besides- a daily dose of rambling is good for the soul.

So come here everyday and read and tag, y'all; and your souls will love you all the better for it.

...And naturally, so will I.

Tah, luvs; and keep those lovely heads up high.

<3


Although the sparkle is gone;;
Your smile is in place so that everyone watching will see.
----

I think I owe a couple of people apologies for almost breaking down today during training.
Y'all may not have seen me- but it was there; I almost cried, and I'm sorry; I should have been stronger.

I was tired 'cuz I had run for 40 minutes in the morning; and then we did almost an hour and a half of nonstop lunges and pushups and situps and squats and boxing, and then we rowed and rowed.
I was exhausted, but I shouldn't have let it shown- I shouldn't have let it affect my performance.

So I'm sorry.

Thanks, Maxy, for coming to my rescue when I was struggling with all the paddles. :] You're the bomb, girlie, and thanks for stopping me from almost! crying. I.O.U one. <3

Thank you, seniors, for being there and for being such a wonderful team.

I will do my best for the marathon, I swear. I'm frightfully frightful and just thinking about rowing 22km makes my skin grow cold; but I won't let the team down.
I'll finish the marathon- by hook or by crook and by my missing A Maths book.

This team bleeds together and
we will do this.

[I love you, darhlings who tagged. I promise I'll update soon...I'm just really, really tired right now. I know I've been neglecting the tagging too. I promise I'll tag y'all as soon as I possibly can.
Meanwhile, know that I miss you and love you and I'll be back soon.]

<3


Summer was painted on our skin
And those secrets hidden in our childish lips;;
Oh, oh; they would die for a kiss.
----

[ASH; THE HUSH SOUND IS SO THE LOVE. Mucho gracias! :] ]

Ow, my back feels like it's just been put through one of those old-fashioned clotheswashers. ...Y'know, the ones that those adorable dumpy little washerwomen always use in those medieval movies.
And my back happened to be, like, one of their lacy undershirts, or summat.

Training today was neat.
Except for the part where I discovered that I'm going to be rowing a friggin' 22 km with my canoeing senior for the marathon. ZOMG.
I can barely run ten km, and you ask me to canoe almost double that?

...Thing is, though; I love the team, and I'll do just about anything for them.
[...Except for maybe shaving my head. Or dating somebody who tyP3s lykK3 tAt w0RxX!]
My fitness levels are seriously sham right now...I bet a rock could probably beat me at doing incline pull-ups.
BUTBUT I am going to work hard for this. This team is ahmazing; and, as our senior said- "Run for your teammates, and they'll run for you". We've started together and we'll bloody well end together, aight.

[...We will take no prisoners, and leave no man behind.
Hohoho.]

I realized that Qiu Lin runs to the schexy sounds of Justin Timberlake. X] Zomg, I think that's the funniest thing I've heard, EVER. ...What, hun, do those gorgeous pulsating beats motivate you to run faster? [I could NEVER run to Sexy Back. ...I mean- gaw, I can barely listen to that song over the radio now without wanting to boycott the unfortunate DJ; let alone spend an entire three or four minutes shedding sweat to that song.]
I need angsty angry oh-gosh-I'm-dead-inside-don't-try-to-save-me kinduv songs if I'm to run right.
...Except for when I run while listening to Josh Groban [*turns crimson*] ...but nevermindthat'sadifferentstory.

Anyway, today Maxy, Laur and I TOOK MGS BY STORMMMMM, hunnaye.

...Actually, no. We just popped in for a surprise visit.

[Fine, so maybe I exaggerate just a wee bit sometimes. Who cares?]

Bottom line: I MISS MGS. I felt like crying when I stepped into the homeroom and saw all of those blurry faces with my three hundred [plusplus] degree eyes and saw all of my beeyootiful mayties. :]
...Okay, so maybe they looked exceptionally beautiful due to the fact that I wasn't wearing contacts or glasses.
But whatever, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. :D

And gaw how I miss them! I never realized the whole cheesy "absence makes the heart grow fonder" yaddle; but now I'm starting to see that p'raps there IS some truth in old fogeys' rantings, after all. I miss Avveh and her hyperness; I miss Cheryl and Nic and how we'd walk over the bridge together and how we used to tease Nic about her dating the ice cream man. I miss Sarah and her crazy organizedness; I miss Sandra and her chocolate :] and I especially love her because she says now the class isn't quite as crayzee without me.
[I know. I'm quite the special one, aren't I?]
I don't regret coming to the school of grey; but I'll always miss my deloverly girlies back in MGS and as a matter of fact I'm going to watch the Arena right now and cheer MG on.

Whee, MG all the way. <3

In any case; mhm, I'm gunna scoot now and leave y'all reminiscing fondly over my gorgeousness. Keep tagging, m'lovelies [and Loth, that includes you- don't think I've forgotten!], and stay beeyooteefool. :] I have touch rug tryouts tomorrow and more canoeing trainings coming up; so wish me luck, and hopefully there'll be another post coming up soon if I don't end up in hospital by then. [I already gave you the address and ward number in one of the previous posts! I'm eggspecting getwellsoon cards and cookies!]

P.S; Janice and Kat!
- I don't have eyecandy. I do think somebody's cute, if that means something- but that isn't proper eyecandy so it isn't counted.
:[ ...I mean, Master Tatum's all very fine and all; butbut if the gossip's right (for once), he's bi.
So that's a nono.
...Plus I don't exactly live in Hollywood, if anyone hasn't noticed; so it's not as if I could go out on a date with him or anything.

...So yeah. I need either eyecandy or a ticket to Hollywood.

Pay up, y'all. }

<3


And the lights; oh they were bright on your glowing face
And the music was your breathing in our sacred space
We were beautiful- so, so beautiful
for that one night one chance one dance;
And in that moment [in that moment]
we were,
we were
infinite.
---

DANCE NIGHT. [noun]
Definition: The one night when everyone becomes beautiful.

NJ Dance Night was the greatest, raddest, most awesome thing everrrr.
And believe me- that's an understatement.
I HAD SO MUCH FUN.
And for one of the few times in my life where I'm not actually being sarcastic...I totally mean that.

I think I have a hangover from dancing. Aaand latenight MTV. And chocolate.
Could there be anything lamer than getting a hangover from gyrating and too much of the tube and junk food?
[I mean- sure; techno music cuts a close second.
Oh, and macaroni and cheese.]
BUT that isn't even the point.

The point IS.
Cara officially has the lamest hangover in the history of the world!!!

[thunderous applause!]

But back to the point. Dance Night was RAD. I never even knew my girls could shake it like that. Tingy, Maxy, Serene, Shuu, Kat...y'all are the hottest. [And I'm the hottestestest of the hottest. :D]
The lights; the music; the people; the movement. I never realized how much I liked dancing till last night.
I mean, seriously. Hand me a box of choreographed dance moves and I seriously SUCK. But when the lights are low [too low to see anyone] and I'm too engulfed in a sea of humanity to be seriously mortified- heyy. Who cares how you move; as long as you shake it, aye?
Then Shanti [hun!] came into the picture with her girls; and all of us just wound it up. Aaaand especially when My Humps came on...golly. Make it drop, laydeeeees.
It was crazy shizz; and ace fun.
Who knew Tingy could be such a bomb? And who knew Shu could break out of her prehistoric dinosauresque roots like that? ...Aaand who knew Maxy could be such a hot mami? :]
[Everyone already knew Cara is and can be awesome anyway, so there's no need for me to mention my name in my own shoutout. :] ]

New favourite pasttime: Shaking. :]
But unfortunately I suck at dancing, really; so I shall just be a closet dancer. I mean, really. When the girls and I were changing tees; Ren Jean discovered a new revelation. EMG, CARA ACTUALLY HAS A FIGURE!!
...Gee, thanks.
And I highly doubt anyone knew I actually had a dancing capacity too, either; until the music came on.
HA.

ASH WHY DIDN'T YOU DANCE. Kat was shaking it all night long and you didn't even DO anything? Gawww. How wasted.
PLUS. You had a whole room [correction. HALL] of gyrating girls and it was so dark that anyone and everyone looks awesome anyway; and you didn't do anything?!
Pffffffft.

And hey, girlies; y'all are hot stuffses. :D I luv y'all; and let's crash a party sometime.

And to my other girlies; we need to dance sometime. Music is the BEST and none, none, NONE of us can live without it, yo.

I want to be infinite again.

<3>


We scream our insecurities but mutter our apologies;
And that is why this world will always be so wrong.
----

Grrrr it did it again.
Bloggerrrrrrrrrrr!!!

What's the square of Tired+Exasperated With The Internet+Cranky? ...Nic, work that out, will yah.
Because that's what I am right now.
...No, wait. As a matter of fact; just cube the whole darn number. Or power ten it. Whatev. Same thing.

Boo I'm tired.
Then why; you may ask- why aren't you tucked up in bed, Cara dear?
We-ell. Maybe 'cuz Cara dear doesn't have a life.
No, actually.
It's 'cuz Cara darhling's one of them Obsessive Compulsive Bloggers. If she doesn't blog sporadically; she'll break out in ugly purple spots and she doesn't want to break out in them purple spots because it'll clash awfully with the red NJ exercise attire; and besides, as if looking like an overgrown grey dormouse wasn't bad enough already, purple spots would hardly do anything to help.

Anyway, so yeah. About my day.
We spent most of the day playing station games. I got wet and tired and wet and cold and wet and exhausted...oh, and I forgot to mention that I got wet, too.
I must confess, though, that I have underestimated the mysterious power only known to us mere mortals as CLASS GAMES. [Of course, I'm actually an Elf in disguise so I alone know ze secret name of CLASS GAMES; but I shan't tell because if I do you'll all turn into Elves too and then there'll be nobody left to be the gnomes and the dwarves.]

We Mass Danced for over an hour to the tune of A Public Affair.
Gaw, it was painful. I looked like a Spice Girl on crack.
And thennnn Maxy, RJ and I went for canoeing training.

So now I'm zonked.
Zonkedzonkedzonkedzzzzzzonked.

And Ash...? Unfair. There's actually a reason why they have separate guy and girl teams. [Gosh, I know!! Shocking, isn't it just?]
Not that I'm some sort of feminist. ...I mean, I don't burn bras or anything, if that's what y'all are wondering.
Anywhos, I don't reckon burning bras ackshually works. I mean- doesn't that work to the guys' advantage, in the end?

But never mind, OH WELL I SAID TOO MUCH.

Shu- yes, your life is and can be juicy. There's juiciness EVERYWHERE! I'm juicy [and gorgeous. And amazing. And rad. The list goes on], you're juicy; we're ALL juicy, but it's starting to sound wrong so I'll stop right there.
Bottom line: Juiciness is EVERYWHERE, so you've just gotta look for it.

Nic- yes, by now we all do realize that no, you're not the tattoo guy. [Although- darnit- he IS cute.]
And yes, you're not a guy.
Thank you for showing us that you have a very stable gender identity. Good for you.

Loth, luv, the Internet hung on me when I was trying to change the song for you, so be grateful now, sis. :] Love ya.

And yeah, Maxy; we're dirtayyyy girls. Down and dirtayye, that's us. [And I still can never listen to "Scandalous" without thinking of you!!]

Josh, you dieded on the track? ...Gosh, that's sad. Really, it is.
I'll get Maxy to play a Stacie Orrico song for you at your wake, no worries.
[Touchwood.] You're in track, though? ...That's cool. Even if you ARE, after all, dead.

'Kay, so that's all for now. I'm going downstairs to watch THE ARENA and cheer for the MG Debate Team. *toots kazoo*

So peace out, y'all; and much luvvvvv.

<3


She was beautiful; full of losses and life
Bruised and broken but she had stars in her eyes
She never let it show; oh but her story was sad
Her life was the story we want and wish we never will have
----

Hello, loves.
Okay, I'm feeling justifiably ticked off now because the Internet just died on me; and thus succeeded in wiping out the entire blogpost I painstakingly typed out.
...Gosh, sometimes I really hate technology. [Even though I know I'd die without it.]

Anyway, so onto the subject of my glorious, glamorous, completely ordinary life!
NJC's orientation program [The Odyssey] was rather neat.
I mean; ordinarily I would never consent to bowing my head to the Great Overlord Of Rah Rahness!, and I confess that I have no particular affinity for bonding games. [Come on, people- how many times dya'll intend on playing dogawful Polar Bear?!]

See- The Odyssey comprises six really awesome clans: Alvarez, Azara, Lopez, Torres, Ingstad and Shackleton. [Which are Africa, America, Asia, Australia, Europe and Antarctica respectively.]
I'm in Alvarez, AKA Africa. Purple. :] Ha.
We're Ahfreekans, yo. :]] Ace fun. I mean- warpaint, tiki heads[?], feathers...the works. Totally cool.

And the Mass Dance? 2Gians of the year '06; take a guess at the song.
Wild guess.

Absolutely; it was WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER.
Gaww. I could have withered away and died. Diediedied...ded.
I mean- sure, I love HSM as much as the next person...but after a couple zillion rewatchings of aforementioned fabled Disney musical; [not to mention having plagued my longsuffering maytes with countless and not neccessarily inkey renditions of Breaking Free...my apologies!] I don't quite think I'm completely in the wrong when I say that I AM BORED SICK OF THAT SONG.

BUT.
Before the entire NJ dance community comes rushing down on me in a swirl of lace and stuff...I must confess.
It was neat.
And yeah, you heard me. It was neat.
Even though we spent over an hour in the Parade Square dancing and perspiring [I must have lost a third of my body weight in perspiration]; even though I almost died; even though I kept missing those [grr!] dogawful spins and turns...the dance was neat.
And a special t'ankyew to my Mass Dance partner for not collapsing under the forcible reckoning of my weight when I had to do the cheerleader jump on you.
Sorry, mayte.

Okay, that brings us to the end of Cara's Daily Self-Obsessed Ramblings. Onto the tags.

Cheryl- YES, I'm joining touch rugby. It's not that bad, actually. As Ash says, after all; it's not half as violent as the "real deal". [...whatever that's supposed to mean, Ashwyn!!] I know that you only want me to keep beeyootiful and all...but don't worry, I shan't be scarred.
Much.
Moreover, can't you just picture me tackling someone to the ground? ...Pinning unnamed unfortunate soul in the mud, promptly flattening him/her, and p'raps taking a handful of his/her hair just for, say, a tiny keepsake?
...Only I won't be doing that, 'cuz it isn't the "real deal" [Ash...we SO have a score to settle.], so relax. :]

Ash- yes, I do realize who you are now. Oops. The first time you tagged; I thought you were a girl. Which probably explains why I called you "hun" and put in that little "<3" sign in there, too.
So don't get freaked out or anything yeah.
Now I know you're a guy, and yes, I do realize that both you and your name are perfectly masculine. So don't cry. :D
...Kidding.
Thanks for tagging though, tag more!, and kudos to you for attaining manymanymany battlescars in "real" rugby.
[I'm assuming.]

Loth: Yay for the rad news! I replied you right away, hun, and thanks for posting such great news on ze humble tag. <3

Shu.
What can I say to you?
What infinitely wise answer can I give?
...Well, none.
Because you didn't even give me anything juicy to TALK about, woman! :[ ...Bad, bad person.

'Kay, and that sums everything up. I couldn't find those two songs that Loth requested, so I'm embedding a different song instead.

One that'll annoy the turkey stuffing out of ye good souls...hopefully I'll change it soon, when I remember. It's a rad song and all; but it's also the kinduv song that gets awfully annoying when it plays over and over and over. It's called "Pretty Fly For A White Guy"; dedicated [with much love!] to Pastor Ian.

Love y'all; and this is me, signing out.

<3


love never fails.
people fail love.
-----

Eep, I feel awful.
...I plumb forgot I even had a blog! I've been so busy later, goshdarn.

Anyway; no, m'loves, that does not in any way mean that I've forgotten about y'all. How could I? ...After all; you guys are the spice of my life...the light in my otherwise blahesque [don't bother to look up the dictionary- that word doesn't exist] existence...the sole reason for my blogging...the people lame enough to read my blog... [Kidding. My blog's dead cool!!]

...Yeah, and the ego inflating ends there.

Anyway, I'm sure y'all are dying to hear about this new chapter of my life.
And even if you aren't, I'm gunna tell you anyway- and you can do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about it but read it through the end!

[Unless, of course, you choose to close this Internet window.
BUTIFYOUDO; the evil BLUE CHEESE OF BLOGGING HELL will descend on you and thus jinx your blogging from here to forever! You were warned...]

Anyway yeah. School t'day was fine. Apart from walking around campus looking like a fat grey dumpling [or, in RJ's words- a malformed baby elephant]; things have been good.
Surprise, surprise!! ...I actually got into Accelerated Math; although I have no idea how the hell that happened.

Yes, I'm still seeking treatment for shock. You can come and visit me, if y'all like.
The address: Hospital For The Dropdead Gorgeous; Ward Raddestofthemall.
...P.S I like green grapes!

On a more serious note; I've joined the girls' touch rugby team. Which should be pretty neat, really. I decided that I'd die if I joined track or crosscountry; and I'd probably leave my legs on the field if I tried soccer.
So yeah, touch ruggie's the way t'go. Wish me luck! :]

And no, Loth darhhlin'... Nic's hardly your typical Aussie guy. Nic tis a crazy clever math whiz who recently killed her blog [Murderer, Nic!]; has a weird fascination with old dead guys who wrote music...and who will one day be a famous Mathematician. Expect the Law of Nic; or the Chan Theory to pop out anytime soon.

Oh, and she's a girl.
Aaand judging from the wealth of info about black henna she just tagged, well. I doubt she'll be getting a tattoo anytime soon.

And yesh, Elemm hun- they are rather gorgeous, aren't they- those dudes? X] ...Even if I do say so myself. Which I do.

Aww, Av, ty for the prezzie!! ...Granted, I have no idea what is is, eggsactly; but I trust you have good taste.
And in any case, you can always just give me the receipt and the name of the store.
...NOT. You know I'll use and love whatev you give me, hun.
Even if it happens to be, like, a rather bewildered blonde ten year old girl in a box.

Kay, then. That pretty much wraps up all I havta say. I shall try and update soon.
Till then. *ahem*

Stay gorgeous, keep those lovely heads up and beware of black henna!

<3

[/edit]

Av, you have insomnia?
Awesome- so do I!
Oh, brilliant. Let's be apparently underexercised insomniacs together yeah!


here's to starting over.

A new year, a new slate, a new school, a new class...and a rather late blog entry.

[Sorry, m'loves. ]

I adore new beginnings yeah. Everything's just unmarred and untainted and precious; and quite, quite lovely.
Sure, they're puhretty scary at times...but eventually all the pieces that have to fall together do; and everything that falls apart will eventually fall back together again.

People; they come and go. Friends; they love you, live with you, and eventually even they must leave. Places; they change, constantly. Lives; get broken, and get built up.
But dreams- they never change, and sooner or later the people who count walk back into your life, you discover that the friends who mattered have been beside you all along; and life'll bring you into a place where you'll be happy in. :]

Which sums up my inane philosophical [or not so] rambling of the day; my mum's calling me to get my head back off the wunnerful realms of THE COMPUTER and back to the mundaneness of suburban living, and the land of SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW.

But before I go! -Nay, I haven't forgotten. Pictures. Of the Bali trip, that is- and the few I've actually got around to uploading. [For, unlike my girl MAXY- I don't happen to be in the manner of uploading countless pictures onto my bloggeh.]
[And Av, hun, my tan's fading- and fast- so chin up, and rejoice!]

I miss my Run Around The Hotel Getting High maytes. :[ Although- yeah, admittedly- we DID spend over an hour floating aimlessly around in the pool and yaddling on and on about Australian accents and Little Red Dots and what colour our rooms were painted.

...But still. Anything goes, y'know?






...This art my adopted family. [Alex, Tom, and Chels.] ...Don't we all just have the hottest bloodlines ever?





Nic: I have a question for you. Izzit true that black henna can cause skin cancer? ...'Cuz if it doesn't, then I'd be majorly teed off. Tom got a henna tattoo whizzmajig...and did I get one?!
Ze answer: a big, fat NO.
[Instead I had to sit by and watch. Pffft.]

-Which brings us to a close; and I really must scamper now. Laugh as much over the pictures as you like; you know you so fully wish you were there having a blast too.

...Kidding. I'm not THAT mean, now, cahmon.

Leave tags, leave love, and commentcommentcomment!

Oh, and also. Have a sparkly new year, y'all.

<3